You were a member of the hit industrial band, Nine Inch Nails.

You have been a member for a while now, and the shows were starting small and slow. They were still killer and lots of fun to play. They were usually at bars and different clubs, but then the band really hit it off. Out of the park, actually. It was like a sudden burst of fame. The year was 1994, and The Downward Spiral had just been put out. People were losing their shit.

Personally, it was one of the records that had the most of your favorite work on it so far. This album really showed the expertise of the work you all put in. Trent was... a handful during these shows and the tour being so massive didn't help.

You were having a blast so far on the tour, and you got to really hang out with everyone. It was a really rainy and shifty night though. All of your shit basically stopped working. It was absolutely ass. The rain had messed with ONLY YOUR gear. Everything else worked. You got so beyond pissed. You threw down the board that helped like...half of the synthetic parts of the songs. You began to scream and stonp across the stage like a maniac, saying that the "gear was shit". It pissed Trent the fuck off. But he couldn't control it. He just kept singing and walked over to you. He slapped you across the face and kept singing. Classic him. You were used to it by now. Thank God.

After packing up the now shitty-non-working gear, you went and laid down on the floor of the hotel room you were staying at for the night. You all had separate rooms, so you could each have privacy. Because you had no clue what guys do in their free time (Specifically guys like Robin and Trent- AHEM). But you were lying down, and you heard a knock at the door.

Setting your half-smoked cigarette down in a tray, you stood up and walked over to the door.